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Daily Life: Show us a day or a week of your life! Include pictures!
Our week in the life continues with Sunday!
#LillyforTarget Pink Sunday started at some point between 11:50 PM CST and 12:00 AM CST and so did my Sunday.
I, like many women, was extremely excited about the Lilly + Target collaboration. I have purchased from Target collaborations in the past (Missoni, Calypso St. Barth’s, Fairbault Woolen Mills) and I have been a big Lilly fan since I entered my 20s, so this was pretty much my dream collaboration.
They say you never forget your first Lilly and I can tell you that it’s true for me as well. As we all know, Lilly Pulitzer is an East Coast brand and I live in Minnesota where even though it gets some wear, it’s not really A Thing (this collaboration notwithstanding). As we all also know, Lilly Pulitzer is not cheap. The dresses are consistently well over $100 and that is not really in my budget ever. So my first Lilly dress was actually a lime green frock with small zoo animals embroidered all over it that my mother found in a thrift shop. And I loved that dress and I was so proud of it and I wore it until it really wasn’t so lime green anymore. Over time, I continued save and add a few pieces to my collection through RueLaLa sales and The Preppy Outlet. This is just how it is.
So on Saturday afternoon, I reviewed the lookbook, made a list of the items I wanted, and tried on my current Lilly to decide on sizing. I also signed up for a Target.com account because I did not actually have one prior to this and I knew that would help checkout to move faster.
As midnight CST approached, Target still hadn’t formally launched the collection, but as I followed the action unfolding via #LillyforTarget on Twitter, it became extremely apparent that they had already set-up the live links to site. So I, along with a nation full of Twitter-using #LillyforTarget hashtagging shoppers swapping tips and leads, used my list, worked my plan and I scored the haul of my dreams.
Now I just have to cross my fingers that it arrives safely at my doorstep (I got shipping confirmations this afternoon) and that it really does fit as I only ordered one size per style. I will be honest and say that I was so incredibly jazzed after getting my order confirmations that I couldn’t sleep! I spent the next hour and a half (I finally collapsed into bed at 2:00 AM) following the drama unfolding through the #LillyforTarget hashtag as Target shutdown the live links, vaguely announced a possible 2:00 AM CST launch time, and re-launched the site with a subsequent crash. Someday this is going to be a fascinating case study for social media, IT infrastructure, supply chain or all three.
Because I have not been sleeping so well for the last week or so, I was up and at ’em at 7:15 AM. So great, right? I gave Mom a call to share my story of victory and she shared her own sample sale story with me. I asked her if she would write it out for me to share here as a part of Week In The Life, because (1) I always want to remember it and (2) it goes with our theme. She writes:
I grew up in St. Paul and attended a catholic school for most of my years before college. My parents were honest people and big on truth telling, except for one little white lie my senior year.
My mother was a particular shopper and certainly a bargain hunter. I grew up in the outlets of JC Penny and Montgomery Wards. But once a year all bets were off when Frank Murphy held their annual sale. They had truly high fashion from Paris and New York and the exterior looked like a home in the French Quarter of New Orleans. It never blended in at the corner near Wabasha but across the street was the Moundry Apothecary and they truly did not fit in either as one of the oldest drug stores in the city with an enormous sign of a mortar and pestle. When you grow up with the city oddities, they just are what they are….
The store downtown was just across the street from The St. Paul Hotel and there, in 1974, was where the lie occurred. The annual sale was a notorious mosh pit. Hundreds of women (only) stood in line outside the hotel and when the doors opened it was a flat out mad dash to the ballroom. Women began undressing as they entered the ballroom and grabbed clothes by the armload rushing to a wall to begin the fitting. You had to start with an armload of anything and you bartered then for exchanges from fellow shoppers. In the grab-and-go stage women fought for garments. Really – and the press was there. Photos ran on the nightly news and hit the front page of the paper.
My mom wanted to go to the sale and for some reason this year I was to be included. She and Dad somehow weirdly supported the Duluth Symphony Orchestra with Corrine and Dick Gelbmann and they had an annual formal event, and at this point in my Dad’s military and civilian career they did have occasions for formal dress. The sale was on a school day and Mom had decided as she would just call me in sick that morning and that is exactly what she did. The dress she found that day was a dress she wore for the National conference Dad planned for the Army Corp of Engineers and included Hubert Humphrey speaking. She also wore it for her 25th wedding anniversary. It was a beautiful azure blue shimmering fitted top with a wide rhinestone belt and a white, very heavy satin long skirt. Of all of the clothes she ever wore that was my favorite. She also had a pink floral suit I remember.
I am not quite sure – earlier I thought we were on the news that night but I actually think we were on the front page of the St Paul Dispatch above the fold the next morning – a shot of both of us on the steps of the hotel as we entered the building with the mob.
What you did with Lily last night was so civilized but the anticipation and the wait were exactly the same…
By the time we got off the phone, my coffee was brewed and it was breakfast time!
Overnight oats with canned peaches. I can’t wait for it to be the season for fresh peaches! We’re getting closer!
I haven’t written about this on the blog, really, but after Italy, I decided to see if I could give up my daily cup of coffee. Each time I visit a place that lacks drip coffee (AKA anywhere outside of the United States), I essentially end up weaning myself off of caffeine because espressos and lattes, while delicious, do not do anything for me. For the last three weeks, I have been drinking hot lemon water and even though I haven’t realized any health benefits, it has been a nice substitute. I really haven’t missed the coffee at all. With all of that in mind (the giving up coffee, the hot lemon water), this morning I NEEDED coffee and it really was delicious.
After breakfast, I checked up on my #LillyforTarget order.
I went for a run, and for lunch, I had a slice of avocado toast and a green juice.
I was just completely off of my eating game last week, so I needed to hit the reset button today.
After lunch, I did some reading. The book I currently have checked out is sort of plodding, but I am officially past the halfway mark, so I am determined to finish it.
And then I went to book club with my sorority sisters. We had a good turnout this month – it was actually my month to choose a book, so I picked World Without End.
Half of us read it, half of us didn’t, which I feel is pretty fair for a 1000 page book. We discussed it for approximately 10 minutes, and then we spent the rest of the time visiting. This, as I am sure we all know, is The True Point Of Book Club.
Since Marcus was at an afternoon birthday party in Uptown, I asked Mom and Dad earlier this week if we could have ribs for dinner. They said yes. It was wonderful.
My contribution was this Christmas pudding that I found in the pantry. I’m sure you’re all wondering what else we have hiding in there, but I can confidently tell you that this was the most exotic offering. It was delightful.
After dinner, Dad did a presentation for us on retirement planning.
Which is a totally normal thing to do on a Sunday night, and I am sure that you and your family did something completely similar. With that in mind, retirement planning is something that Dad is passionate about and it was really enjoyable to hear him share his expertise with us in the same way that he is able to share with people who are not our family.